Me And Annie

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So... Wild Horse Rpg....

Um...

Bella
Four Years
Mare

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Soma
Chestnut stallion of seven years
Mixed lineage

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It was in these moments of instability he did things he was bound to regret in the near future; seeking demise and wishing to demolish while his conscious had slipped out of his grasp. The insanity of it all was completely out of his reach, to the point where he was unable to realize a purpose of the obsession. Perhaps because it was exactly that, an addiction of sorts; that longing to put an end to things that never existed was what made him so out of his mind. Exactly like the villain in those old comic books, the ones who had no drive, but simply to destroy because it was entertaining.

He was comparable to such cards and events, even though he was incapable of defining it himself.

Ever since a long while back, it became understandable that Soma had lost half of his sanity, letting it slip through his fingers - of which the equine species unfortunately lacks - like the minuscule remains of a bar of soap under running water. Though, there was still a decent amount that he so easily managed to maintain for an occasionally lengthy era, for when these periods had eventually faded away into something nonexistent, he became transformed into a being almost completely opposite: a wise, laid-back stallion that had no goal in life but to wander along the land until something interesting caught his eye.

And that was simply how his mind worked, a twisting labyrinth of multiple thoughts and personas, which often flickered back and forth between one another. Although, for the moment, he was stuck within that trance of mild insanity, his bare onyx hooves tearing mercilessly at the foliated ground beneath his feet and leaving a trail of the rich soil that had been brought up from underneath.

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Dark bay ears pricked at the sound of hoof beats tearing at the land, another horse. The mare named Bella had not seen another equine in a few weeks, for she was a loner and was traveling where few horses had been. The sound had surprised her, as she was not expecting it. It intrigued her, the sound of hoof beats, pulling her closer and closer until she was in viewing distance of the horse, a stallion. Seeing him, there, not far from her made her want to go back to where she had came from, but curiosity drew her closer to the stallion at a full speed gallop. Bella tried to stop yet again, stallions could be danger in so many ways. The mare tried to tell herself over and over again to go away, yet she only managed to take a few steps back before curiosity won again. Soon she was even closer to what could be danger. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but could it kill an equine like her?